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CHRIST’S RESURRECTION. Sermon preached by W. B. Riley, Pastor First Baptist Church, Minneapolis, Minn. March 30, 1902. “Behold my hands and my feet, that it is I myself: handle me, and see; for a spirit hath not flesh and bones, as ye see me have.” Luke 24:39. Our services of last Sunday morning closed without a song. Who could sing with God’s Son in the sepulcher. When they buried Jesus, joy was also entombed; the darkness that shrouded nature on the day of His crucifition was a mellow light beside that which shrouded the moral world while the Son of God lay in the grave. But this morning a brighter world is to be voiced, for our text tells of a Saviour risen from the tomb. That statement strikes every heart into music; strengthens every heart to joy and inspiration; every lip with song. “The spirit of heaviness with which the subject of last Sunday clothed us must now give place to the garment of praise, for Easter day is more

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CHRIST’S RESURRECTION. Sermon preached by W. B. Riley, Pastor First Baptist Church, Minneapolis, Minn. March 30, 1902. “Behold my hands and my feet, that it is I myself: handle me, and see; for a spirit hath not flesh and bones, as ye see me have.” Luke 24:39. Our services of last Sunday morning closed without a song. Who could sing with God’s Son in the sepulcher. When they buried Jesus, joy was also entombed; the darkness that shrouded nature on the day of His crucifition was a mellow light beside that which shrouded the moral world while the Son of God lay in the grave. But this morning a brighter world is to be voiced, for our text tells of a Saviour risen from the tomb. That statement strikes every heart into music; strengthens every heart to joy and inspiration; every lip with song. “The spirit of heaviness with which the subject of last Sunday clothed us must now give place to the garment of praise, for Easter day is more